Butt-bun Hunter Rpg ((full)) -

The final boss fight? You vs. , a moon-sized, pulsating fungus-rear that fires homing farts (dodge by pressing A and feeling deep regret). You win not by destroying it, but by teaching it empathy. You pull out the Mirror of Shame , reflect its own absurdity back at it, and whisper: “You’re more than just a butt. You’re a person with a butt.”

Your first mission: . Citizens waddle sideways, clutching their own posteriors. A hulking baker named Gordon Glute-ham has developed a third cheek—a pulsating, mushroom-capped horror that whispers sweet, yeasted nothings to passersby.

In the pixel-slick, neon-drenched world of Gluteus Maximus: Revenge of the Rump , you don’t play as a knight, a mage, or a stealth archer. You play as , a disgraced former bakery inspector who stumbled into the most ridiculous—and lucrative—profession of the 23rd century: Butt-Bun Hunter . butt-bun hunter rpg

You equip your cheek-separator and grin.

The premise is simple. In a post-truth, post-physics, post-dignity era, hyper-intelligent, mutant fungi known as have infested the world’s rear ends. These aren’t just any fungi. They’re sentient, cheeky (pun intended), and they grant the host explosive powers—both literal and metaphorical. The only way to stop a Fartspore outbreak? Extract the infected “Butt-Bun” before it detonates. The final boss fight

Your mentor, an old, scarred hunter named , hands you your first tool: the Squeeze-Scanner MK-II , a device that looks like a golden caliper with a screen that displays cheek density, fungal growth, and “jiggle volatility.”

The Omni-Cheek quivers. Cries a single, confused tear of mushroom juice. Then deflates with a soft pfffft . You win not by destroying it, but by teaching it empathy

Credits roll over a chiptune remix of “Baby Got Back.” Post-credits scene: SYSTEMA reboots as a sentient toilet plunger, now working as your sidekick. It asks, “Same time tomorrow, hunter?”